The driver of the station wagon definitely got the worst of it. My co-worker had broken ribs and I ended up with a broken ankle and a chipped disc in my lower back. I tell you this because the accident was a very timely act of fate. I always wanted to fly airplanes and thought that the Air Force was my only remote chance of that happening, so I was scheduled to see an Air Force recruiter the very next day. Obviously, that appointment was cancelled and my Air Force option was permanently squashed when I found out they wouldn't consider me because I had a back injury.
I had a cast on my right leg for around eight weeks, so some of my September hikes to the lookouts at Hawk Mountain Sanctuary were done with crutches. It was a little challenging, but not that difficult.
